Yeah, it takes so little to tip it over It just takes a little time Before everything comes crumbling down Turning into ash Ooh, it takes so little to make it crack It just takes a little grit Then all the stuff we worked so hard for Just don’t mean a thing 'Cause in the end we only carry our own grief It’s time to let the memories be memories Let the dead rest Let the tears dry We are the living kind Let the dead rest Let the tears dry We are the living kind Yeah, we always try to grab it all We just want more And nothing seems to satisfy The abysmal greed Ooh, the boundaries are long since gone Along with the sense With a hammer we smashed the glass And broken all the seals And in the end we only carry our own grief It’s time to let the memories be memories Let the dead rest Let the tears dry We are the living kind Let the dead rest Let the tears dry We are the living kind Let the dead rest Let the tears dry We are the living kind Let the dead rest Let the tears dry We are the living kind